Poems: Old and New

by Frederick George Scott




BETWEEN the stars the light-waves on and on
   Roll from the scenes of earth’s past history
   Unto the margins of eternity.
No day is lost of all that ever shone,
Each with its story into space hath gone,
   So that, to-night, some distant world may see,
   Looking at earth, the Cross on Calvary,
Or the green plain and camps at Marathon.

Dear heart, whose life is woven into mine,
   Who art the light and music of my days,

      We move towards death, yet let us have no fear;
   If nothing dies, not even light’s faintest rays,
Sure that vast love which links my soul with thine
      Marks for eternity our union here. [Page 150]